08 May 2010
Furniture With a Past
I have an old cabinet that once-upon-a-time belonged to my grandfather. He kept it in the barn and stored all kinds of gadgets in it. It's tall with short stubby legs and it has probably been white most of its life - except when my mom painted it a shocking electric blue. It's white once more, with many dents and scratches where the blue shows through. It sits quietly in our dining room, holding my table linens and cookbooks. On top is a piece of art made by the straight-haired girl. Together with other things we have gathered along the way, that cabinet tells us a little about where we came from. Perhaps it allows us a little glimpse of where we are going as well.